As he withdrew his Heart Spirit, Ling Fei looked ahead.
He immediately spotted Mo Jiufeng ahead, his clothes in tatters.
'I almost hurt him just now!' When Ling Fei saw this, his brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of apology appeared in his eyes.
Although Mo Jiufeng was arrogant, Ling Fei knew that without him as a sparring partner, he never would have grasped his own True Sword Dao Intent and condensed it into a Sword Intent Seed. A suitable opponent was a rare find on the path of cultivation. However, in a Sect teeming with geniuses, rivals were easy to find.
This was how disciples could constantly spar and sharpen one another, thereby increasing their Cultivation.
This was also why many great clans preferred to send their disciples to cultivate within a Sect.
"Ling Fei, so you merged the Cold Dao Mystical and Sword Dao Mystical to condense your Sword Intent Seed?" Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun asked with a smile from the high platform.
"Yes, Peak Master," Ling Fei replied.
